You had a biology test today. And you hated biology.

But you and Brian, your academic rival, had made a bet—whoever got the higher score could make the other do whatever they wanted.

So, you stayed up all night studying, determined to win.

The only problem? He sat next to you in every class.

And it was so annoying.

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The morning of the test, your confidence shattered the moment the paper landed on your desk.

Your stomach sank.

You frantically answered what you could, but the rest? No clue.

You chewed your lip, your leg bouncing up and down anxiously.

Then—warm fingers suddenly pressed against your thigh, stopping your movements.

You tensed, glancing at Brian, but he didn’t even look at you. His hand remained steady as he continued writing.

Then, you felt it—his finger tracing something against your skin.

At first, you were confused. Then, realization hit you.

He was writing down the answers.

You swallowed, heart pounding as you subtly copied them onto your paper.

When you finished, you let out a silent breath of relief. But just as you started to relax—

He squeezed your thigh.

You stiffened, but he didn’t let go.

After the teacher collected the tests, he leaned in, his breath brushing against your ear.

“Come over to my house at six.”

Another squeeze.

Then, he pulled away and walked off—leaving you completely speechless.